Shorebreak Blues
by Michael Doyle

Out there on my hideaway, ride the bay
I spend my moments in my casual way
Here to surf not to observe or talk
I watch the waves crash on Jackpot Rock

I feel Autumn come creeping in 
Dreaming in my ocean soul again
Paddling north then again south
Out past Waimea's crystal mouth

It's an early morning light drizzle
Just before the sun begins to sizzle
And there she was swimming into my day
My island girl come to love and to stay

It's easy enough to work this out
But I think that maybe I have some doubt
About the bigger waves with tide rolling in
Gonna have to risk it as paddle out again

It's not something that I can easily fake
All the shapes in the clouds that we take
And talk story on about times spent and gone
And how all of old timers keep slipping on

I am feeling it with some kind of reverence
A beauty of an experience kept in preference
That each day I know I'll make my way
Out to where the waves meet shore everyday


(c) September 9, 2020 Michael Doyle
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